Even if the endless sorrow steals you away, Tell me that there are no separate hearts here.
No matter what would have happened tomorrow, My mind wouldn't have changed, So with your back turned to me,
I ran after you because I do not want to doubt anymore. The habit of shifting your eyes, responding obscurely, and telling "unlaughable" lies,
All their meanings suffuse if you are not here, by my side.
Even if the endless sorrow steals you away, Tell me that there are no separate hearts here. I cannot find the right words to fill this to great of a distance.
I knew I wouldn't be able to catch up to the distance with the quickly passing seasons.
Rather than just remembering, I was able to say that the unforgettable days are something I could accept; If no more than this.
[Please] do not cry for the time which will not return. If for me you say that there is no forgotten soul here.
And while we are losing “tomorrow”, you are crying. When you finally reveal your true self to me, I can no longer touch it.
Even if the endless sorrow steals you away, Don't forget the days when you thought the “goodbye” was a lie,
The sky which you saw alone, and the dreams that you bumped into while passing by.
Those days are unchanged ever since, even now, in your heart.